Going home...

This poem is an old one, and I feel one of the better ones I wrote. Not so much because it is written well, but because it feels like me, it is me. It shows the feelings I am product of, and the arc in my life. If the poem sounds bit depressing, it isn't, especially the last lines can be interpreted very positively...

- November 12th, 2004 Amsterdam -

Three days, just one night
Took a train into my soul
No Idea what I would find
Three nights and I'm gone

A home in my head
I wish I could find
The way through hell
Then I'll never look back

Three nights, just one day
I stared into my soul
Missed the train
I'm going back home